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Mom, I'm Not Terminally Ill
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When I received the family medical examination report from the hospital, I couldn't help but feel at a loss.
My mother-in-law's report clearly stated "Early Stage Liver Cancer."
"The recommendation is to conduct further tests," the doctor said.
Further tests would likely cost a fortune. Even selling our house wouldn't be enough. But if we didn't treat it, Wu De would definitely not agree. I was at a loss for what to do.
My phone vibrated.
Wu De sent a message: "Honey, don't be afraid. I will get through this tough time with you."
"Just go home first, don't rush into any decisions."
My mother-in-law also called: "Cao'er, even if it's a serious illness, don't rush to spend that unnecessary money. Come home quickly, and we can discuss it."
I felt cold all over and looked around in confusion.
It was my mother-in-law who had liver cancer, so why did it feel like I was the one with cancer based on what they were saying?
In the stairwell, I found a corner where no one was around, trying to calm myself down.
After wandering around, I somehow ended up on the 16th floor.
This was the hospital's international department, where affluent expectant mothers stayed.
There weren't many people; it was quiet.
A pregnant woman walked back and forth in the hallway, muttering, "I told her not to buy insurance, but she wouldn't listen."
I couldn't hear what the person on the other end of the line said.
Her tone became spoiled: "I'm going for my prenatal checkup, and you won't come to accompany me. Wu De, does having a son mean you won't care about me anymore?"
Hearing the name "Wu De," I suddenly stopped in my tracks.
Wu De's voice came through the receiver: "Of course not! Our son is only a few months old; how could I possibly not care about you?"
"I can't just ignore her, my wife has Liver Cancer," he said.
My head was buzzing, and my legs felt weak; I could barely stand. I struggled to hold my breath and continued to listen.
The pregnant woman sounded displeased: "If she has Liver Cancer, why don't you just divorce her? You're so good to her, but even if she dies, she won't be able to repay your kindness."
Wu De sighed, "Honey, do you think I don't want to? But it has to be done slowly. You don't know, she bought a high-value insurance policy; if she dies, we could get millions in compensation. Our son would become a rich second generation."
The pregnant woman's voice rose a few notches: "Then why aren't you rushing to treat her?"
Wu De chuckled lightly, "If I treat her, how can we get the compensation?"
Mistress pouted with her big belly, playfully complaining: "Wu De, what if my body changes after I give birth?"
Wu De reassured her, "Don't worry, that won't happen. Even if it does, I won't mind."
Mistress asked again, "What if I get Liver Cancer?"
Wu De laughed happily: "Don't say that; only someone like my wife gets Liver Cancer. If my wife dies, then I can marry you."
Mistress pouted: "What if your wife doesn't die?"
Wu De smiled: "She won't last much longer."
With certainty in his tone, Wu De added, "Because I won't spend money on her treatment."
I gripped my phone tightly, my hands and feet cold as fear and shock coursed through me.
So it turns out that in their eyes, I was just a tool for making money.
I had no idea how I made it home. As soon as I entered the hallway, a strong smell of chili hit me; the spiciness was overwhelming.
The air was thick with this pungent odor. I forced myself to push open the door, only to be startled by the scene before me.
The house was filled with smoke, as if it were on fire. A hunched figure emerged from the haze, looking like a ghost revealing itself.
A wave of white smoke rushed toward me, and I started coughing violently.
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